Observations at LAX

My brother-in-law, Lance, is here visiting this week. He's come to thaw out after a horrible Indiana winter. When we picked him up at LAX on Saturday night, we were a little early and got to watch a plane full of people de-board. I love people watching, don't you? Let me tell you about a few of the folks we saw:

There was a three-man band. All guitarists. I assume they're hoping to make it big in California.

There was the lady with about four suitcases, trying to pull them all together.

There were numerous reunions. Sweethearts, friends, and families.

There was the "germ spewer." When I said that, Les said, "What?" Germ spewer: n. a young child, sitting in a stroller, coughing and sneezing, spewing germs everywhere.

Germ spewer's dad figured out how to not pay any luggage fees. He wore all his clothes! I watched as he pulled his jacket off. He had a sweatshirt tied around his waist, with a short sleeve t-shirt over a long sleeve shirt. "Can't charge me for my luggage - I'm wearing it all!"

There was an abundance of muffin tops. And can I just tell you, the "second-skin-showing-everything-from-my-belly-button-to-my-back-fat" top is not a good look on anyone. I mean, really! Don't the stores sell larger sizes anymore? Oh, denial, you are not pretty. It really is okay to leave a little something to the imagination.

I'm sure there were others that I can't recall right now. But it was a great way to amuse ourselves as we waited.